Be happy with what I have

I feel like I am doing better with this. For right now anyway. I smile for little things, like remembering that I own a house and I didn’t before. (I guess that really isn’t so little). And I know I want children soon but for right now I am enjoying the time not having any and being able to do whatever I want. My honey pointed out today how ridiculous some of the things I get upset over are. I guess he is right. I should be happy with what I have. There is a lot to be happy about and I shouldn’t live my life in misery. Life is too short for that. Now if only I could keep my mind on this track.

In Buddhism, desire is the root of all suffering. I always want something. I know I have so much, but it seems like it is never enough. And I’m not talking about material things either. I wish I could be completely content with what I have. Maybe I will be someday. But I am so anxious to know if I will get to do or have the things I want most in life to the point that I worry about it. I’m always afraid I will die before this or that happens that I don’t get to truly enjoy many of the things I have that I didn’t have before. I want to be happy with my life as it is right now and not care what other people think or have to say about it. They only pour salt on the wound.